All language subtitles for Lockie.Leonard.S02E21.WEBRip.x264-ION10

♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning
themselves out in the sun

♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning
themselves out in the sun

♫ There was just enough
to get that far away

- It was show time in Angelus.

Everyone was getting ready for
the three-day long weekend of

fun and competition, celebrating
local produce and talent.

- Shoe?

- Ribbons, trophies and even
cash prizes were all up for

grabs.

But the ultimate prize?

The one that sent the whole
town into a tizz of excitement?

The chance to be called
Best In Show at the end.

- Sit, shake, oh, good girl.

Sit, drop, good girl!

Good girl!

Leave it.

- So why is it so important
to win first prize anyway?

Well, it's like a big pat on the back,

like the world telling you you're okay.

Wow, 75 centimetres!

What, that's huge for a cucumber.

- It's nowhere near big enough to win yet.

We need more seaweed compost.

- Out of everyone in town,
Mel seemed to have the most to

prove.

Especially after the way
I introduced her to Vicki.

Oh, this is just Mel.

I had some serious
make-up work ahead of me

if Mel was going to trust me again.

No one likes to feel they're second best.

I know I didn't.

Vicki's new boyfriend, Josh,

had arrived from the
city in his helicopter,

like some rock star god.

No wonder she dumped me for him.

"Angelus' favourite son,"
how did he get that?

He's not even born here.

- Lockie's jealous of Josh!

- I am not.

- Oh, Blob just loves this puree.

She can't get enough of it!

Thank goodness you had
all those reject cucumbers

before Kid C did us proud.

- Right-o, people, let's go.

Bus is waiting.

- I'm not going.

- You have to go to the
opening of the show, Lockie.

- Anyone who's anyone is going.

All the entrants.

You have to go and check
out the competition.

We'll be filming ours.

- Vicki will be there.

- Vicki who?

Oh, right, that Vicki.

Yeah, tell her I said hi.

- And what should I say happened to you?

- She won't ask.

- And if she does?

- Just tell her the truth.

I stayed behind to look after Kid C.

- Mel, you coming?

- Sure.

I'm going to see what
all the fuss is about.

- Right.

Well, welcome, everyone.

Uh, lovely to see such
happy smiling faces.

Uh, I'd now like to, um,
call to the stage young Vicki

Streeton and her consort,
Josh, to get things under way.

(crowd applauds)

- [Both] We declare the Angelus show.

open.

(crowd cheers)

- I don't know what happened
to Blob that morning.

I'm not sure whether she'd
eaten way too much of Mum's

cucumber puree or whether
it was out of loyalty to me.

All is know is the result was awesome.

(gasps)

- Are you okay?

- I think we need to see that again.

And again.

- Is there a reason we keep watching this?

- It's funny.

- Nothing to do with
the fact that the victim

happens to be your ex's new boyfriend?

- What?

I couldn't care less about Josh and Vicki.

Vicki who?

- Haha, shot, Blob!

I didn't know you could be so heartless.

I mean, if I was friends
with you as long as Vicki

and you started acting
like I didn't exist,

I'd be hurt.

- I wouldn't exactly say I
stopped thinking about her

entirely.

- Glad to hear it.

- A fair bit, in fact.

- That's more like it.

- But I've got more important
things to think about now.

- Like what?

- Kid C.

Did he just?

- Tape measure.

(laughs)

90 centimetres!

- That seaweed brew packed some kick!

- Still short of the metre mark, though.

- We'll make it.

Just you watch.

- Quick, they're coming!

Tidy your hair, clean your room!

Take out the garbage!

- Who's coming?

- Streetons.

I invited them over for a formal apology.

I never thought they'd
actually come, though!

- Now you've run out of excuses!

- What do you mean?

- Avoiding Vicki.

I'll see you later.

- Meanwhile, without
his mum around to help,

Egg's grand plan for his show
entry wasn't exactly going

according to plan.

- I don't suppose that's meant to happen?

- Dad, the string isn't working.

I need you to weld it for me.

- Weld?

Me?

- I know things didn't work out

last time you picked up a welder.

- I promised your mother
and my fine head of hair

I would never pick up a
welding torch ever again.

- Dad, come on, there are no
other entries in the sculpture

competition this year.

Victory is in the bag.

- I can weld.

- Sorry, Geoffrey, but I'm
rather attached to my eyebrows.

- If I win first prize, I
get to buy a new guitar!

- Spot welding, seam welding.

- You'll just have to--

- Arc welding, gas welding.

- Find someone else.

- You name it!

- Where else am I going to
find an adult who can weld?

- Oh, hello!

I didn't see you there.

- Josh didn't want to come?

That's such as shame because
we really did want to apologise

to him in person.

- Josh is at the hairdressers
getting a very expensive deep

conditioning treatment.

- Well, we're terribly, terribly sorry.

Aren't we, Sarge?

- Terribly, terribly, terribly.

- It's not so bad.

Josh is fine, isn't he, Mum?

- That he survived is not the issue.

There are other more pressing
issues we need to discuss,

concerning your son's show entry.

That there is not a dog!

- There's a reason
Cyril's dressed like this.

Last year, Phillip tried to enter Cyril

as a sheep against the other sheep.

- A feral breed, therefore
banned from entry.

Next!

- So this year, Phillip and
Joe came up with a creative

solution.

- That there is a sheep!

- [Both] Sheep dog!

- Sheep!

- [Both] Sheep dog!

- Sheep!

- [Both] Sheep dog!

- Sheep!

- Mum, this is so unnecessary--

- Victoria, you stay out of this!

Gentlemen, you cannot honestly
expect anyone to believe that

is a dog.

- That's where you're wrong.

We can prove he is!

Cyril, bark.

(baas)

Rk.

(baas)

Rk.

(baas)

Rk.

- They mount quite a compelling
case when you think about

it.

- This family!

- So when did you trade in
your surf board for gum boots?

- Mel and I have been
growing this together.

For the show.

- It's impressive.

- Not as impressive as your
boyfriend owning a helicopter.

- Yeah.

Anyway, I think you and Mel
make good vegetables together.

- Thanks.

- It's a big one.

- Not big enough for Mel.

- She seems hard to please.

- In order to beat last year's
winner, Kid C needs to be

about a metre.

- Looks pretty close.

- No, I measured him this morning.

He's still ten centimetres short.

No.

It's impossible.

- What?

- Kid C's grown another 15
centimetres since I last checked.

That's an Angelus record!

We did it.

We did it!

- Hey, Lockie!

- It's a metre, we've done it!

Hey, Mel, it's me.

Just wanted to let you
know we've cracked it!

One metre and five
centimetres, so give me a call.

Or even better, come round
and we can celebrate.

I'll see you later.

- Where's Mum gone?

- Oh.

Right.

Sarge has just ducked down
to the station, but I'm sure

Lockie wouldn't mind giving
you a double on his bike.

- Yeah, no worries.

- It's okay, I'll be fine.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

(baas)

- Sorry, constable.

He needs to refuel.

- I don't mean to rain on
their parade, but my dog,

Bead, is a genuine pedigree sheep dog.

- Your point, Constable Wattle?

- Cyril is, well, to be frank,
mutton dressed up as dog.

I wouldn't want them
to get their hopes up.

- Eat it up, hay, the food of champions.

- Cyril may very well be a champion, boys.

Time will tell.

But there's no shame in
coming second, either.

In some ways it's better.

To know that you have
mashed it with the very best

and only missed out be a millimetre.

And you've still got something
to look forward to next year.

But what have you got to
look forward to if you win?

Only the inevitable decline
that happens to all champions

one day or another.

Winning at all costs
can send people loopy.

Sometimes second best
can also be best dressed.

- Thanks, Sarge.

Very good advice.

For our competition.

We've got it in the bag.

Yep, winners are grinners.

- Lockie!

- [Both] We didn't do it.

- Then who did?

- I take it this isn't yours then?

- It's time we set sail again, Mum.

- I thought you liked it here.

What about all your new friends?

- I don't have friends here.

- You've got Lockie.

- He's not my friend!

- Is this the same Lockie Leonard

that's left 17 messages on our phone?

- 17?

Did he sound angry?

- Does he have a reason to be?

I did something really dumb.

- You know the great thing
about doing something dumb?

There's always some way
to make it right again.

But if we set sail, you
won't get the chance.

I'm sick of making that mistake, Mel.

What about you?

- She must have seen us.

- There was nothing to see.

- If I was Mel and I saw me
waltzing back into town claiming

her cucumber, I'd want
to smash something too.

Probably your head.

- I don't get it.

There's nothing going
on between you and me.

And there's nothing going
on between Mel and I either.

She's just.

- Just Mel?

- Then I realised, without even trying,

I'd made Mel feel second best again.

- Vicky?

- I need to make it up to her.

- Yeah, you probably do.

- Ah, Lockie, good to see you again.

- Oh, Josh, hi.

I didn't know you were in town.

- The chauffeur is waiting.

- You've got your own
helicopter and a chauffeur?

- I know, it's embarrassing.

I can't wait til I get my drivers licence

then I can finally drive the Rolls myself.

- I'll see you, Lockie.

Mrs Leonard.

- Can I have that?

I could make a whole new big
batch of puree with that.

- And then I got it.

A way to make it up to Mel.

A plan B for Kid C.

- What was that for?

- You're a genius.

- The misuse of welding arc
lights can cause pain, retinal

damage and even blindness.

- I wasn't going to.

- Apart from damage to the
eyes, there's burns caused by

molten gases, breathing
problems from toxic gases.

- How do you know all this stuff?

- I'm a qualified welder.

- Wow.

- I'm not just a music teacher, Egg.

- You don't wanna help me?

- Happy to.

- Night, Philip.

- Night, Joe.

- [Both] Night, Cyril.

(baas)

Urk.

- Here it was, judgement day,
the last day of the show.

When the prizes are handed out,

when you finally find
out if you measure up.

Or not.

- Great time of the year to
be planting watermelon seeds.

If you live in the northern hemisphere.

- I didn't have my garden buddy with me.

Otherwise I would have
clued up to that sooner.

Where have you been?

- Hiding away.

Feeling pretty small.

I did a very dumb thing.

- That's the excellent thing.

- How?

- Well, usually it's me
who does something dumb.

It's cool that I get this week off.

- I killed Kid C.

We won't win a prize now.

- Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact

I still had heaps of fun
growing him with you.

- Really?

- Really.

Besides, I wouldn't give
up all hope of us winning

something.

- Awesome weld job.

- I bet it's not a patch on your mum.

- It's different to what my
mum would have done, but it's

still good in its own way.

- Come on, let's get it to the show.

Not going to make it through that way.

- Maybe we could invert it.

- What if we flip it sideways?

(goofy music)

We're never going to get
that thing out the door.

We should have measured it first.

- It's okay.

- You won't win the
prize or your new guitar.

- Oh, well.

I think it belongs here.

- Welcome back to Radio Angelus,
bringing to you slightly

pre-recorded coverage from
the Angelus show, where

controversy rules.

I'm here in the dog enclosure
where you could cut the air

with a knife.

- Come on, that's fake fur.

It's so a sheep.

- [Both] Dog.

- I've checked the guidelines
and only registered breeds are

allowed in.

- Obviously not page 67, clause 8.3.

It states dogs of any breed,
pedigree, mixed or otherwise

may enter at the discretion
of the other entrants.

- But this isn't even a dog, it's a sheep!

- [Both] Dog!

- Well, they get my vote.

It's not as though they've
got an unfair advantage.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

Could make things easier
for the rest of us.

- They get my vote, too.

- Ladies, what are you thinking?

As chair person of the judging
committee, I say enough is

enough.

- Despite the tension in the
air, it was love at first sight

for Cupcake and Coffee.

- Steady!

- We can't show you what
happened next so instead here's

five seconds of something we can show you.

Cupcake and Coffee were
disqualified from the show

for inappropriate behavour.

Mrs Streaton and Julia left in shame

and Cyril was allowed in.

His biggest and only
competition, however, remained.

- The moment has come,
the great sheep dog trial.

An old Angelusian favourite,
as young Philip and Joe

put their entrant trough its paces.

- Cyril, eat.

Cyril, bark.

Cyril, bark!

- Well, some nice work there
from Cyril the sheep dog.

Although, his bark could do
with a little bit of work.

Ooh, and here's our next
entrant, Bead Wattle.

I don't anticipate she'll have
any trouble with her bark.

- Sit.

Drop.

Good girl.

Sit.

Hand shake.

Good girl.

- But then, just when
all hopes seemed lost

an amazing thing happened.

Bead caught sight of Cyril.

But Bead wouldn't stay.

She spent the rest of the
afternoon trying round Cyril up

just like a genuine
pedigree sheep dog should.

And the rest is show history.

- The winners of the
Best In Show category.

Philip and Joe with Cyril.

- It wasn't the only ribbon
won by a Leonard that

afternoon.

- And in second place, in the
Jam and Preserves section,

we have Lockie Leonard and Melanie Lamb

for their cucumber pickle.

- They got second!

(crowd applauds)

- I used Mum's cucumber
puree recipe and a few extra

ingredients.

- Would Lockie and Mel
please come to the stage.

- I'm sorry we only came second.

I think I used too much curry powder.

- I'm happy with second.

Anyway, there's always next year, right?

- Yeah.

(door knocks)

- We didn't have any plans today, did we?

- Actually, I'm here to see Egg.

I wanted you to have this.

- I can't take that.

- Of course you can.

It's just been sitting
around gathering dust.

- Wow!

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

- So it turns out, the best
awards aren't always blue or in

the shape of a trophy.

(guitar strums)

♫ From little things big things grow

♫ From little things big things grow

♫ From little things big things grow

♫ From little things big things grow.

- And they're not always on
display for the whole world to

see, either.

Well, not for six to 12 days anyway.

♫ From little things big things grow

♫ From little things big things grow

(guitar music)

♫ Boy is breaking underneath
the weight of strain

♫ Worlds away from
anyone they were burning

♫ Themselves out in the sun

♫ Worlds away from
anyone they were burning

♫ Themselves out in the sun

♫ It was just enough to keep them far away